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[thevineintervention]

Who: Aerta and the Sky with A Robin
When: Day 19, early afternoon
Where: Apartment C we probably left it open again
What: Just a nice, fambly day at home with wholesome- NO AERTA NO


My, aaah- you know, my favorite thing about you, I should think, well, the thing I like about being near you.  It's the sound of wings!


[smooshes his head a little]


All the time, like little beebats.

Comments

[birdonawire]

. . . uh.

[backinaflash]

[...sitting on the futon they dragged out of their room, working on the flying thing he and robin are putting together for Tare]

....Uh. What?

[thevineintervention]

Flipflipflipflipflip! Like so!

[thevineintervention]

Not you! You never sound like wings!

[birdonawire]

[... listens for it '-']

[luckydog]

[ Stole the gumseeds out of those melons again, flopped into his blanketpile. ]

... Hey, where does she keep getting all of that?

[backinaflash]

...Yeah, I. Okay?

[thevineintervention]

It was a divine gratitude! The bounty of a pleased god!

[backinaflash]

All of wh—








Oh. She's high, isn't she.

[luckydog]

...

... You wanna get me a knife the next time you're at it? I could use another one.

[thevineintervention]

[. . .]

[thevineintervention]

Mm. It's fine.

[luckydog]

Pretty high up there, yeah.

[birdonawire]

I don't hear anything.

[backinaflash]

Does he sound like wings because his name is Robin?

[evenimprobable]

. . .

[thevineintervention]

Would you like to come along yourself, little brother?

[thevineintervention]

[god the color of your hair is magical]

[evenimprobable]

. . .

[luckydog]

I'm not too good at sharing.

[thevineintervention]

No, I should hope you wouldn't.


That might be medically concerning!

[thevineintervention]

I confess that may be a factor. Though, a robin is a bird, is it not?

[thevineintervention]

Aah, much the shame!

[birdonawire]

Mildly.

[thevineintervention]

Marvelous.


Well done all around!